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Après un rêve
I wake up from a dream, a dream that was so beautiful that I don't want to let it go.
So while waking, my eyes still remain closed: not too fast; just don't wake up too quickly.
But then I open my eyes slowly and look straight into your grey starry eyes!
Starry eyes in which I am sinking into infinity!
Starry eyes, at the bottom of which I can see myself - small, very small!
Sunk, infinitely small in Your starry eyes!
"Rêve d'Infini", the dream of the infinite, was captured by Lalique in the enchanting flacon: infinitely sensual; infinitely radiant; infinitely feminine - eternally feminine!
The ingredients to this potion of infinity, infinite love and trust are not exotic mysterious plants.
It is fruits, flowers and woods that we all know: Dreams for You and Me!
Bergamot and sweet whitish lychees with a bit of bite and their aromatic syrup greet the sovereign being: white rose absolute.
She is delighted by the friendly yellow and intense scent of freesias; they radiate back and immediately smell a little more cheerful.
They are already looking forward to the thick white flower heads of the jasmine; its golden faces also reflect the joy of being reunited.
And how lovingly the sun-ripened peach is embraced, taking center stage for a moment.
The result is a swirl of fragrance that sings softly as it winds around the slender silver trunk of the cedar, absorbing the powerful spice.
White and bright fragrance yellow from fruits and flowers unite with the silky silver of the cedar....
A watercolor of lilting, dancing lines and planes still searches for the dabs of scent that can make it special.
These can be found in soft warm waves of vanilla and musk:
Were before the senses not yet awake - now they are!
And sandalwood oil puts here and there still a droplet to it; just in the right place!
Alluringly feminine, a woman's dream of the infinite was born here at the Lalique company.
And since it will remain only a dream, must be re-sprayed again and again; the awakening would otherwise scratch with small pointed fingers on this pink flacon - just as bored cats try their claws.
A delicate pink round flacon that I hate to let go of, nestles softly and snugly in my hand. When I remove the stopper, the scent of the infinite floats away - it floats away my dream; my eternal dream!
"Après un Rêve": I awake and am, sensually scented, in search of my dream!
My dream of infinity and I suddenly know, "Rêve d'Infini" is not infinite.
"In the sleep that enchanted your likeness,
i dream of happiness, an illusion full of passion.
Your eyes were tender, your voice bright and sonorous.
You shone like the sky in the morning light.
You called me and I left this earth,
to slip away with you to the light;
the heavens prepared for us a path through the clouds.
Unknown splendor, divine gleam divined ...
Alas, alas, sad awakening from dreams!
I call thee, O night, give me back thy pretences;
come back, come back radiant,
come back, mysterious night!"
Wrapped confidently in "Rêve d'Infini," in its loving spell, its tenderness, and its warmth, I awake one day from my dream.
Your starry eyes, so captivating, look at me; you smile tenderly and I drown in the infinity of your gaze - "Après un Rêve d'Infini"!
... my tears taste salty